Come find me, I will be disappointing You're fading, so what am I doing here?
I know you say that I can't be trusted I need your faith, I've grown maladjusted Don't quit just yet, I'll be lost forever You are my saving grace Come save me, won't you come save me?
You won't find me where you left me No, you won't ever find me I'll be hidden somewhere seeking
Quick climbing digits Quicker quick climbing distance Prosthetic honesty has never been tied so close to me
The future is bleak, dark like her A travesty of what we were Murmurs deep, for the audience If I could only hear them Well maybe they would shake hands with my conscience
